After carrying around an often-dropped nokia for years, I upgraded to the moto. razr. The major plus is that I now have a digital camera, a far more bewitching feature than anticipated! As I just realized on my way home, I unwittingly documented my whole weekend (or significant parts thereof):
Pictured: The specials board at Florent, where I had dinner on Friday night with old friend (and fellow labor movement emigre) L. after we saw Our Brand is Crisis at Film Forum. Sadly, it's impossible to make out the items on "Flo's End of L'Hiver List," which includes making summer plans and "get an abortion while you still can" among its recommendations.
Pictured: The fabulous Jen Bekman the gallerist in front of jen bekman the fabulous gallery. I dropped by on Saturday afternoon to chat about some exhibition PR details and ended up staying all day, eating fortune cookies and laughing mostly but also getting a lot done. Inside, Jeffrey Teuton's incredible solo show, heart of gold and other expensive things, which will be seen next in Berlin. I love all the art in the gallery, but I actually missed being around JT's work, which is perhaps why I ended up spending a few hours with it on the last day of the show! The downside is that I was too beat to go to a party for Rip It Up and Start Again later on that night. This Wednesday is both the reception for the spring winners of the Hey, Hot Shot! competition and the gallery's three-year anniversary. Infinite snaps to JB for living the dream.
Pictured: Artist and yoga teacher extraordinaire and all around swiss superstar Anne-Francoise Potterat outside Good World Bar & Grill today. AF's psychedelic paintings have been blowing my mind for years, and I'd like to point out that she is wearing six colors in this snapshot. We met for tea and swedish waffles before heading a few blocks over to an opening at her friend's space, the new Miguel Abreu Gallery. I love the Chinatown art scene for its vibrant originality but part of the allure is that it's all walking distance from my apartment.
Pictured: A makeshift composition we'll call Still Life, After Bodega. Now home, tulips and vitaminwater in hand, following a lovely dinner with G., aka everyone's favorite venture capitalist, back from surfing in Costa Rica and sporting a jealousy-inducing glow. On rotation: Isobel Campbell (who's playing tomorrow at Joe's Pub) and Mark Lanegan's Ballad of the Broken Seas, which includes a cover of St. James Infirmary, and therefore reminds me of Rob Walker, who's doing an event on Tuesday.
Quote for the week: "A short story opens the door to a brightly lit room." - Dorothy Allison
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